"Despite the fire, the plan did work," Inric says over the tumult. "Thank you for your help. All of you." Tiero has paused to listen, holding the grey kit in his arms. Now she takes advantage of his preoccupation, leaping clear to run across the floor again. He grabs for her and misses. "Thunder!" Next to Inric, Aldus gets to his feet and reaches for Kelyn's bloody hand. She backs away, scowling. "Jory first!" she insists, "not me!" But only Inric can understand her. "Inric, please ask this lady to hold still," Aldus says in Medhan. "Her hand needs attention. Her friend will be fine. Whatever he's taken, he needs to sleep it off." Inric's head is swimming with exhaustion and too many people. "You look in need of some organising," a voice says from beside him, this time in Eynvardis. He looks round to see Magistra Colle smiling at him. "Can I help?" "Yes. Please."